My Boyfriend's Back!

My boyfriend's back!  We had broken up a few months ago. I was tired of his unwillingness to take out the ashes and he just didn't light my fire any more. So, I threw the bum out, dusted off my hands, and found a new love.

The new guy was bold and big. That Big Boy generated a lot of heat. 

But, I found myself wistfully thinking of my first love. His soft, round green cover. His stainless steel table. His deep charcoal storage bin. Those cute little hooks that hold my tongs. His ash cleaner, so easy and so tidy!  His economy.

And we were comfortable together. Maybe it wasn't so exciting as with the Big Boy, lacking that spice of danger and novelty, but it was peaceful.  Predictable.  I know that sounds boring but, when you're talking charcoal grills, it's really sweet.

I ran into my pal Dr. Biggles in the hardware store and, as we stood talking, I remembered that he had taken in my first love and given him succor after our breakup.  Biggles had cleaned him up and fixed his ash catcher. He even got the vent closers to work again.  And it was Biggles who had introduced me to my current boyfriend, praising him to the skies.  Biggles had expressed envy when I brought the Big Boy home.

Maybe, just maybe, he'd be willing to swap!

His face lit up when I suggested it.

And that's what we did. Biggles brought my boyfriend back to me in the back of his big white pickup truck and we hefted the Big Boy into its place. Biggles drove off with a jaunty wave and I went out to the deck to welcome my boyfriend home. 

Biggles cooked on the Big Boy that night and pronounced himself deeply happy.  I roasted a chicken with my boyfriend the next day and rejoiced.  Win-win!  I guess I'm just a stainless steel kind of gal, rather than cast iron.